Daniel Cordova

okay okay OKAY here are all 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover

1. Slip out the back, Jack
2. Make a new plan, Stan
3. Hop on the bus, Gus
4. Drop off the key, Lee
5. Shit in the bed, Fred

I’m a metal head and I don’t trust any metal fan that only listens to metal.
Grow up and listen to some funk like an adult.

Got the new vaxes and other than being super tired last night I have also begun exclusively sweating from my mustache.
Maybe that’s what dumbshit was worried about?

When we’re all long dead all the Wall-E robots will just be pushing around piles of collectible popcorn buckets until the sun goes out.

Watching Point Break for the first time and wow.
Imagine your first day on the job and Dr Cox tells you that you’re “young, dumb, and full of cum.”

My mom sent me a photo of her at a no kings protest.
I love that.

I also have cats, facial hair, and play guitar.

Pow I just shit my pants.

See? Basically the same already.

With Marc Maron hanging up the mic I’d be happy to relaunch Far Beyond Metal to ask people who their guys are in his place.

Update. The power went out and I blame this mechanical bull.

A family down the street has decided the 100 degree won’t stop them from enjoying mechanical bull they rented.
Also, didn’t know you could rent a mechanical bull

I want to be interviewed by Naudwuar because I’m sure he’d be able to find my favorite sunglasses I lost in 2009 somehow.

Today I learned there’s a town in Scotland called Cumnock and south of that is New Cumnock. A place to nock some cum and a place to nock some new cum.

Wack*?

Just learned that a website I wrote for and didn’t particularly enjoy when I did removed my name from all my bylines but kept the posts up.
Whack.

The only time I’ve really felt pride in my country watching a competition is Jason Mantzoukas on Taskmaster.
Hey Nongman forever

Obituary and Haim? What a bill

Gonna celebrate but sticking to the schedule and posting a new release roundup tomorrow.
To the metals…

Just realized that yesterday was my 12th anniversary of writing the Weekly Injection for @metalinjection.bsky.social

I still enjoy doing it since it gives me an excuse to keep up with new heavy stuff and know when the new albums with hurdy gurdys drop (there’s one this week).

Love getting the full live rundown on bluesky

New Deafheaven is good
New Lucy Dacus is good
New Spelling is good
New Bacxwash is good

Music is good

Watching The Moth stream

Last night I had a dream that I was sneaking through hotels with Eddie Vedder. We were dressed as pirates and trying to recover the awards won by Tom Petty so Eddie could put them in his mouth to fuck with Tom’s ghost.
The Grammy was especially impressive when he unhinged his jaw.

So Daredevil Born Again is Sideshow Bob Roberts… and also real life… cool cool cool

and on Droppin’ Plates he says “Disturbed in the house, we droppin plates” and “We got the bass-drum kick That will blow out your eyes, huh.”

People don’t talk about the weird shit in the first Disturbed album enoigh. Sure there’s that sound and THAT part, but in their cover of Shout David Draiman says “Ice ice baby” in the middle of a verse…

Just saw the Mars Volta new album set and I enjoyed it.
My dad’s review, “it sounds like 68-72 psych bullshit. I don’t get it.”
I feel like we’re both correct.

Has anyone with a really long beard ever split it down the middle, pulled it back and braided it behind their head like a ponytail?
I hope not, but I do want to see it.

Is it good or bad if you realize you’re entering your midlife crisis?
Mine so far is getting into hockey and being interested in wrestling again.
Could be worse.

Are kids only allowed in breweries because everyone has agreed that parents need to day drink to put up with them?

Is this the dumbest thing that could happen? It feels like it might be.